Chapter Three: The Beautiful Slytherin

Short Chapter, I know, but it's mostly setting for later on.

Mike, would you go to the potions cabinet and take the boomslang skin out of there?" The thick Mesmer layered Opal's voice.

"Potions…cabinet…" Mike echoed her words.

"Yes. The potions cabinet." Opal said, irritated. The first-year was easy enough to mesmerise, but acted the way all humans did, by repeating everything she said.

"Okay…" Mike said as he went to carry out Opal's will.

That was the fifth young Slytherin she'd managed to mesmerise so far. The others were also carrying out errands for her – or trying to, being useless mud men. Magic didn't really improve them much. She'd already got mad at two of them, who she'd told to sneak into Hogsmeade and find some truffles that would replace the ones in Haven. They'd been caught by Professor Snape and got themselves detention for the next month which generally made them useless for anything.

Opal settled down into a chair in the library and began reading Hogwarts: A History. A brown haired girl - nowhere near as pretty as her, of course – looked up from the thick tome she was reading as Opal sat down. She sighed as page after page was filled with material she failed to find interesting. She didn't really care about the obscure origins of the Astronomy Tower. She'd already learned the most interesting thing there was to know about Hogwarts. Not only was the history tedious, the place was like living in history. I mean, these people don't even understand cars, let alone the brilliant inventions of Koboi Labs.

She put the book down and began to look around the library; it didn't take her long to notice the Restricted Section.

Hermione spoke to her in whispers. "You're not allowed in there. It's only for advanced students studying Defence of the Dark Arts."

Opal backed off while making a mental note to send one of the Slytherins in there later.